I never made this connection before but Kierkegaard is like literary punk rock.

No smashed guitars or moshing...but there is biting satire, strong conviction, self deprecating humor and a willingness to rip one's soul open and act as a display to the world...just in the hope that someone gets the point.

I would like to think that he would like The Clash.
And that in the next Age we'll be playing their music in one of the many cover bands in a tavern in the New Jerusalem.